"Do you trust me?" The man in a suit asked. I tried to look at his face, but it was too bright. I couldn't see how he looks like, but he is much taller than me, around 6 feet 3 to 5 inches. He was offering his right hand to me. It seems like he wants me to hold it.
"How can I trust you if I don't even know who you are? Why don't you show yourself to me?"
"In due time, darling, in due time. But you have to trust me now, okay?"
"I do trust you." I don't know why I said that. I normally don't trust someone easily unless I know that person well.
"Thank you, darling. I won't let you down. I will make sure you enjoy everything, and no one can hurt you again." He said with a smile.
He came closer to me and held me in my waist. He was about to kiss my lips when I heard a loud noise. I tried to look at the direction where the noise is coming from. It is so bright. I opened my eyes slowly and I am back in the room where I was last night. So, it is not a dream. I am really here, but I can still hear the noise from the scene where I was a while ago. That must be a dream but why is it noisy? I realized it is my phone ringing, someone is calling. I grabbed the phone immediately to receive the call.
"Hello." I said, still in my bedroom voice.
"Hello, Jez." I recognized the voice instantly. It is Lance. "Did I disturb you? I just wanted to let you know what I found out about your diary.
"What is it?"
"I asked some of the staff who were on duty the night I lost your diary. One of them said they saw a man in the locker area with books in his arms. The staff said he was at first curious about it since it is not common to bring a book in a bar but since he was busy, so he just let it go. A man got your diary, Jez. I know it is not much of information because we still don't know who he is, but I am sure it is someone who likes you or maybe someone who is interested in you. I tried to think about someone who has a grudge on me, but it doesn't make sense. Why on earth will he get your diary if he doesn't know who you are?"
Actually, I was just half listening, I was thinking about my dream before he called. I could have seen the man's face if he didn't call.
"It also doesn't make sense that someone from that bar would like me. I have been there only twice, and I never had a boyfriend. It is more likely that someone wants to get back on you, so they stole something from you. Maybe that person thought it can reveal your darkest secrets, so he got them." I said with an irritated tone. But actually, I don't blame him that much now, if he didn't steal my diary, I wouldn't be here.
"Jez, I am really doing my best to find your diary and I feel sorry that you have to go through this experience because of my selfishness and childish attitude. I am really sorry." He explained which doesn't matter to me now.
I don't know why but I don't trust anything he says anymore. I think that everything coming out from his mouth is either a lie or just plain nonsense.
"Let me know if there is any progress with what you're doing, then. I'm quite busy now. Bye." Then I hung up without waiting for him to say goodbye. I don't want him to feel so guilty, but I think he deserves it for putting me in this situation which actually is not so bad.
I decided to get up and prepare to leave. When I got up, I could feel a throbbing pain in my head. I guess this is what they call hangover. I checked the time, it is almost 11 a.m. This is the longest sleep I ever had and despite the headache, I still feel good.
I opened the door and to my surprise, the living room is filled with roses. There are roses in a vase on the coffee table next to the sofa, vase of roses on the table next to the TV and rose petals scattered on the floor. A piece of paper is laid next to the vase on the coffee table. It seems like something is written on it. I immediately went to the table and got the paper. There is a note on it:
"You were sleeping soundly so I didn't disturb you. Hope you enjoyed the night. You can come here anytime you want. Michael told me you didn't go out last night for dinner and you also didn't order anything, so I bet you are already starving. I already instructed the restaurant to take care of you so please go there and enjoy a hearty meal. Don't worry, you will meet me soon, in due time. Please trust me, okay? – Your Genie
End of note.
That person read my letter! Or should I say He read my letter. I am not yet sure whether he is really a man but with these things, I am 70% sure he is a man. But the notebook where I wrote the letter is in the room. Does that mean he entered the room? He saw me! Unfair! I haven't seen him yet. He is watching me. He watches my actions. He knows what I would do next. I never realized I was so detailed in my diary. I felt a bit scared knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with me when he entered the room, but he didn't. Meaning he is a good man. Or is he?
I decided to take a shower immediately and leave the place. I want to go home now and wake up from this dream. Honestly, it makes me feel excited on what would happen next, but I am also a bit scared. What if this stops soon? I am already starting to enjoy this experience.
I left the room immediately after taking a shower. I was wearing the hood on my head and was looking on the floor the whole time. I don't want anyone to recognize me. I want to leave this place as quiet as possible. I took the nearest elevator and pressed 1 in the elevator panel. When I reached the lobby, I went directly to the reception area to give the card back. I didn't look at the receptionist and didn't say anything. I just stretched my arm and gestured to give the card. I didn't even recognize whether the receptionist is a male or a female until she spoke.
"You can keep the card Miss Myers. That room is exclusively for you." She said.
I didn't look at her and tried to escape the place immediately. Luckily, there was no hold up and I was able to go out from the main entrance easily. When I got out, I headed to the nearest bus stop and took the next bus going to my place. After getting on the bus, I removed my hood and felt relieved. I feel so hungry now.
Before going home, I dropped by a grocery store to buy the things I needed. I put my hood back on, hoping that this place is not the same as the stationery store. After getting all the things I need, I paid in cash. The cashier took my money and gave me my change. I felt a bit disappointed. I think I am back in reality since I have to pay for the things I have purchased again. I went home directly and started to prepare for my meal.
The memory of staying in a suite in a hotel still stays in my mind. I wonder if they will clean the room. I regretted not to get any rose. I should have gotten even a single rose. Should I go back there? The receptionist said that room is exclusively mine anyway.
I realized how boring my life was in the past years. This is the most exciting thing that happened to me so far. I wonder what's next.
After I finish cooking, I enjoyed eating what I have prepared. Guess what I cooked? Fried egg and fried rice. I should have eaten in the hotel. I will do that next time. I took a nap after eating. My bed is nothing compared to the bed I had last night. I hope that it's Saturday again.
I woke up at half past eight. I think I didn't do anything since yesterday but to sleep. I feel so relaxed since yesterday which makes me sleepy. I wonder if I can still sleep tonight. I got up and thought of what to do tonight. Of course, I will watch Korean drama, but what else should I do? Something tells me I have to do something productive, but I don't know what. I decided to get up from bed and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I feel hungry but decided to just settle with fried egg and rice which I left for lunch.
I prepared watching when my phone beeped. Someone sent me a message. It is from an unregistered phone number.
"Good evening Miss Myers. This is Michael from Liberty hotel. What do you want us to do with the roses in your room? Should we send them to your address? And I was told by the waiting staff in the restaurant that you did not drop by there before leaving. We were instructed to look after you with extra care while you are staying in Liberty Hotel and for that, I would like to apologize if we were not able to do that. Do you want us to send some food in your place along with the flowers?"
End of message